The stretch, the pressure—God, it was too much. Too good.
It happened faster than she thought possible.
Barely a minute had passed, and her orgasm slammed into her like a hurricane.
Her entire body convulsed violently, her back arching as her head flew back in a silent scream before the sound tore from her throat.
"Ross!" Jasmine cried, her voice cracking as pleasure exploded inside her.
Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, gripping his cock in desperate pulses.
And then—it happened.
A gush of wetness burst from her, splattering over his thighs, drenching the seat beneath them.
She was squirting. Hard. Her release poured out in powerful waves, the wet sound of it obscene in the silence of the theater.
Her legs shook so badly she thought they might give out, her fingers clawing at the seat for something to hold on to as the orgasm dragged her under.
But Ross wasn't stopping. Not even close.
